Prolix Corpus Libris Sometimes you need a thousand words rather than a picture...

“To put it in a nutshell, leaving the novelist to smooth out the crumpled silk and all its implications, he was a nobleman afflicted with a love of literature. Many people of his time, still more of his rank, escaped the infection and were thus free to run or ride or make love at their own sweet will… It was the fatal nature of this disease to substitute a phantom for reality, so that Orlando, to whom fortune had given every gift - plate, linen, houses, menservants, carpets, beds in profusion - had only to open a book for the whole vast accumulation to turn to mist… Once the disease of reading has laid hold upon the system it weakens it so that it falls an easy prey to that other scourge that lays in the inkpot and festers in the quill. The wretch takes to writing.”